Something else happened when I lost my bag with all my ID and important stuff in it.
As I was hurriedly peeking into every friggin' garbage can from Tompkins Square Park to Cheyenne Wyoming searching for my stuff, a weird realization came over me that made me pause - if only for a few precious minutes.
Now that my wallet, keys and phone were all gone - I was without formal proof of my identity - or at least it felt that way for a moment.
A profound feeling of relief swept over me.
I didn't have to be who I am anymore. I could just say fuck it and start again with a new name and any other new things I could think of.
I could have a karmic do-over.
Remember do-overs when you were a kid? How wasted they are on youth!!! Somehow the prospect of wiping the slate clean made me feel expansive and liberated.
Then I got it all back. And life went on as planned.